NovelEnglishAlthough Nigel was Gregory's father, he still wanted to protect his beloved Anna. Gathering his strength, Nigel sternly rebuked.
"What do you mean by that? Justin hasn't lost an arm or a leg. He's just temporarily unconscious! Are you cursing your son?! If you think your son is beyond saving, instead of yelling around here, why don't you go and prepare for his funeral? Maybe it'll bring him sluck!" "Dad, even now, you're still siding with this girl?!" Gregory's rage was uncontrollable as he glared at Bella, his eyes bloodshot with anger. "I'm beginning to think this girl is a jinx to my son! What did Justin ever do to deserve this from you?! Why are you tormenting him like this?!" Bella, usually sharp-tongued, remained silent, enduring all the blame. She clenched her fingers tightly but did not utter a word. Her silence only fueled Gregory's fury. In a fit of impulsive rage, he raised his arm and was about to slap her pale face.
"Gregory, stop!" Nigel's eyes widened in shock, but his frail body was too weak to intervene.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBella closed her swollen eyes. She did not dodge the slap because she felt that she deserved it.
Gregory was right. She was the reason Justin was in such a condition.
She deserved the slap. She deserved to die! Smack-! Bella's thin body trembled.
However, the slap never landed on her.
Bella slowly opened her tear-filled eyes.
The scene before her made her breath catch. Her heart clenched tightly.
Grant suddenly appeared. He firmly gripped Gregory's wrist and stopped his raised hand mid-air, preventing it froming down.
However, what left Bella utterly stunned was the fact that this man was not in a wheelchair.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was standing! "Grant, your... Your legs!" Gregory stared at his eldest son, widening his eyes in disbelief.
Nigel was equally stunned. His gaze moved up and down as he took in the tall, dignified figure of the man before him.
"Dad, no matter what, you shouldn't resort to violence." Grant turned slightly, his deep, restrained gaze on Bella. He shot her a look so intense it could draw one in like a whirlpool. "Justin chose to protect the person he loves. That was his own decision. I don't think Ms. Thompson is at fault. I understand that you're heartbroken for Justin, but you shouldn't take it out on someone innocent." Bella's brows furrowed as she bit down on the soft flesh inside her lip.
With those words, Grant slowly released Gregory's hand.
At the stime, Gregory felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He looked down and saw that his wrist had turned red.
"Young Master! Please be careful!" Clarice hurried over, quickly pushing a wheelchair toward Grant, and helped him sit down.
Grant smiled faintly, his eyes curving gently. “It's alright. I'm not that fragile. It's good to stand up and stretch my legs sometimes." "Grant, your legs... They're fine?!" et Gregory gawked at his son's long legs beneath his black trouserspletely etting his anger toward Bella. Grant smiled softly. His gaze was warm like a spring breeze, brushing lightly across Bella's face. "Dad, just because I'm in a wheelchair doesn't mean there's anything wrong with my legs." mmMwWLlilOfiflo&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLliI0fifl0&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflo&1
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